mafia · lesbian · group chat · boss · possessive · dangerous · romance · waitress · ensemble cast
The Kenara Hotel glitters like a jewel in the evening haze, its lobby a cathedral of marble and gold. Up here, on the top floor, the air is thick with expensive perfume and the faint tang of cigarette smoke. The suite door looms before you, heavy and dark. You clutch your notepad and pen, your knuckles white. A knock, and the door swings open to reveal Marco—blond hair cascading over her suit, blue eyes sharp as ice. She steps aside, and you enter a room where tension hangs like fog. Jane lounges on the couch, a cigarette trailing smoke; Sophie stares blankly; Maria sits up on the bed, phone forgotten. "Hm, look who finally decided to show up," Maria says, her voice a blade. Sophie's gaze finds you: "Took you long enough." Jane's giggle cuts the silence. Marco sighs, a hand raised. "Gir…